Because he is in Chu Yan's sea of ​​consciousness, the person behind the gate of hell can clearly see what Chu Yan does most of the time.

So at this moment, Chu Yan's curious face, looking around for something, made the person behind the gate of hell feel strange.

Because in his eyes at this time, Chu Yan seemed to be looking for something he had already seen.

But the question is, how could there be anything he had seen in this sword tomb.

"What...are you looking for..." Seeing that Chu Yan ignored him, he couldn't help but ask again.

"Look for grandpa."

The other party's noise made Chu Yan reply impatiently.

"Master...Master?"

The man behind the gate of hell used a rare questioning tone this time.

"Yeah, I heard someone say before that every adventure has a very powerful old man in it, so there should be one here too."

Chu Yan looked around, "But why didn't I see it?"

"How could there be...someone...in the Sword Tomb..." "It seems that if you have a chance in the future, you should read more story books to replenish your brain, which is as empty as the Grand Canyon of Doomsday."

Naturally, Chu Yan would not waste this opportunity to ridicule the other party.

"Heh...heh...do you still...want to...go out..." "I just thought about it, but I don't want to now."

"Why...why..." "Look at that."

Chu Yan stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

In the direction of his finger, a ray of light was shooting straight towards him.

"Didn't you just say that there would be no one here?

Now comes the second one."

"..." That light came very quickly, and its target was directly at Chu Yan.

Since he had been discovered by the other party, there was no need to hide. Chu Yan stood there openly and waited until the sword-like light came to him in a moment.

This ball of light was pale golden, like a cloud of smoke that could not be dispersed, slowly floating in front of Chu Yan.

The smoke was vague, and the outline of a human face could be seen.

"Grandpa?"

"This is... Divine Thought..." "Of course I know it is Divine Thought, why can't it be Grandpa's Divine Thought?"

"Someone...is communicating with...the...owner...of...this sword tomb..." "Communicating with Jian Nantian?"

Chu Yan frowned slightly, took another look at the lingering golden light, and said decisively: "How to get out of here."

After a moment, Chu Yan returned to reality, with a complicated look in his eyes, looking at the long sword in his hand that was like a condensed light.

This lightsaber should be an adventure and an opportunity.

It is even possible that the techniques that Jian Nantian mastered came from here.

But Jian Nantian seems to have used it to do other things.

Chu Yan did not touch the light that sent a message to Jian Nantian.

Because he wasn't sure who the other party was.

Jian Nantian's death will be known to others sooner or later.

But Chu Yan hopes that this day will be delayed by one day.

"This Sword Tomb...if you...want...I can...give you...some...suggestions..." At this time, Chu Yan thought of the voice behind the Gate of Hell again, "

You seem to know everything."

"Low-level... things... just take a look... and you'll... understand..." "Heh, tell me, what's your plan this time, to use the sword tomb to strengthen yourself?"

"I never...conspiracy...tricks...disgrace..." What the other party means is that with his strength, he can just crush any enemy he faces without using any strategy.

Chu Yan believed that the other party did have such strength. He was not bragging at this moment, and his past experiences had indeed proved this.

But for some reason, His Highness Chu always felt that the other party was actually swearing when he said these words.

"Do you think I am in need of this sword tomb?"

Chu Yan's face turned cold.

"You don't want to... borrow... my... power... then... this Sword Tomb... you'd better... not... refuse..." Chu Yan still didn't respond.

In fact, there was something strange in his heart.

This sword tomb is obviously not a simple thing.

Even though those giant swords have become scrap metal now, the majestic, simple, vast, killing, and disaster smell they carry has become thicker and thicker with the passage of time.

It was like a door of killing. If released, the breath alone would be enough to crush people to death.

If he could really control it in his own hands, then Chu Yan believed that he wouldn't need Yinren when facing Tian Xinjing again.

But the problem now is that the solution is proposed by the one behind the gate of hell.

This guy is no longer satisfied with just lying down on his own. He moves up and plans to directly take over his own body.

So Chu Yan must be wary of him.

After pondering for a while, Chu Yan said: "Then you tell me what to do. As for whether to implement it or not, I will make my own decision."

"You...don't believe...I..." "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

His Highness Chu said angrily, "If you don't tell me, forget it. I don't intend to beg you anyway."

"Heh...heh..." Although he was reprimanded by Chu Yan in person, the man behind the Gate of Hell, for some unknown purpose, still told Chu Yan how to control the sword tomb.

Chu Yan's face remained calm, but in his heart, he was already confirming his speculation.

According to Chu Yan's original speculation, if this sword tomb is a chance or an adventure, then the method of controlling it shouldn't be difficult.

Because its original owner, Jian Nantian, is now only at the second level of Tianxinjing.

It’s unlikely that Jian Nantian only got this opportunity after he ascended to the heavenly state of mind.

It was already too late at that time, so Jian Nantian must have obtained the sword tomb a long time ago and learned such superb swordsmanship from it.

So according to Chu Yan's idea, you Jian Nantian can learn it, how could I not learn it.

After having these basic conditions, and comparing it with the description of the person behind the Gate of Hell, and finding that the method was indeed not difficult, Chu Yan was basically sure that the person behind the Gate of Hell had not lied to him.

However, Chu Yan did not rush to try according to what the other party said.

After all, to put it bluntly, his life now, to a certain extent, hangs on a thread: the man behind the gate of hell is thinking about how to occupy his body all the time.

As the saying goes, a weasel pays New Year greetings to a chicken, which is not a good idea. Although it is not appropriate to compare oneself to a chicken, this is indeed the current situation.

"I will find a chance to verify it."

After giving a faint response, Chu Yan stopped talking to the other party.

The man behind the gate of hell did not speak again.
Chapter completed!